Meanwhile, several cyclist stops. People are trying to get drivers to slow down and change lanes. One cyclist stops and says, "oh, that guy needs narcan" and pulls a narcan out of his bag and administers it to the driver, who immediately sits up. We wait until an ambulance arrives.
Happy that I wasn't killed by this person, I walk out onto the street and attempt to wave traffic away from the dude lying on the road. Drivers are *not* happy about this, the modal reaction is an aggressive lane change and a glare at me. No driver stops.
Not a single driver stopped this entire time, every person attempting to help with the situation was a pedestrian or a cyclist. I wonder if I wasn't there if someone would have just ran the guy over.
The phrase "sex pest" is great. Sure, it might somewhat diminish the gravity of their potential crimes, but it also is evocative of their inhuman insect-like persistence. Why can't we think of Harvey Weinstein as a giant filthy cockroach who's been ruining people's days and who needs to be crushed
Stephen Judkins
Stephen Judkins
Stephen Judkins
Stephen Judkins
Stephen Judkins
I have an anecdote about how driving cars makes people antisocial!
I was walking with my dog to work downtown and was at N Broadway & Ross (next to the scuzzy motel across the street from the Moda Center parking). Suddenly a car starts swerving towards the sidewalk ahead of me!
